Chapter 132: Is another story about to begin?

Late at night.

Reginald took a rather long shower, hands pressed against the wall, his well-defined arm muscles evident. The shower sprayed down, washing over a sharply defined face and a body with clear muscle lines.

The water was icy, devoid of any warmth.

After a long while, he turned off the shower and casually picked up the bathrobe hanging nearby.

In the bedroom, Heloise sat at the bedside reading a book. The soft yellow light fell on the pages, casting a warm glow on each one.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed, swallowing all the light.

The next moment, her chin was lifted, and as she looked up, she saw Reginald leaning over her, one hand propped on the bedpost. He bent down, looking at her. Droplets fell from his slightly disheveled wet hair, hanging on his eyelashes like tears.

He exuded a cold aura, his almost otherworldly eyes seeming to penetrate her body. He gazed for a long time, then lowered his head, kissing her lips with a do